Someone, somewhere has something I don´t.
The feel of waking up with your mind inside a pool of chaos.
And then everything makes sense again.
There´s a beautiful painting of a place in the wall of my desires,
a scenery of purple, red and blue.
Take these drops with you. Put five drops on your tongue when words want to steep outside your mouth in a rampage, like bullets filled with anger. Is not a cure, is just life as it is, at third C potency.
-and the she put her hands on my shoulder with a resignation smile on her face.
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